Intermedia

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is tired. ]

[ She's been working the horrendous secretarial job to keep from being droned, using the slack times to type up the history of her world, chipping in to the office petty cash funds to cover the costs of the materials she uses. ]

[ Then it's heading home to deal with the general household maintenance, and try to keep the facade

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[catslooklikeme]

[Early in the evening, one feline-appearing dragon pops his head into the kitchen window.]

Knock knock.

[ooeeooahah]

Hello, Nall!

[ She scratches him under the chin, smiling. It still doesn't hide the dark circles under her eyes. ]

Come for dinner?

[ There is the scent of roast chicken and lime in the air. ]

[catslooklikeme]

[Nall grins at the chin scratching and hops on into the house.]

Have I ever turned down your cooking, Ilsa?

Also, I finished my special secret assignment! [He winks.]

[ooeeooahah]

Oh! Seen anything that was interesting?

[ That does make her seem less tired. She gets a bowl from the cabinet. ]

Water, or iced tea, hon?

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[hotfrombehind]

[For all his restlessness, Pyro figures he has to come home at some point. As much as he'd like to avoid people, he knows it's not really good for anyone. He pops upstairs and puts away his briefcase and his suit jacket before he returns to the kitchen where he can hear and smell human activity.

He stands awkwardly in the doorway.] Uh. Need help, or anything?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She smiles, shaking her head. ]

I'm making roast chicken tonight, with salad. I could use some help with the drinks, though?

[ She nods to the iced tea pitcher siting by the sink, as she chops vegetables for the salad. ]

[hotfrombehind]

[He nods even though he's not sure if she sees him.

Well, the stuff's in a pitcher already, what the fuck is he supposed to do now? He takes a few uncertain steps into the kitchen. Cups, right. Which cupboard are they in again? He pokes his head through several cupboards.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Her voice is soft. ]

Glasses are in the cabinet beside the sink, hon.

[ It's an automatic reaction. ]

[Phone]

[viridian_knight]

You may not, actually. I think I found just the person I wanted to talk to.

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[ooeeooahah]

[ There's a warming to her tone - enough to indicate she recognizes his voice, but still keeping her voice within professional parameters. ]

Yes, Mr. Jordan?

[ There's definitely a smile in her voice. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[He's come ready to do work. He's learned that in Mayfield, "jeans" are work clothes, and T-shirts are acceptable for men playing with tool-belts and associated Sparky Stuff. So he's conforming...and having a bit of fun with it. Tight jeans, wife-beater T, docksiders, hair tied back in a pony tail...and the still despised horn-rims.]

[Taps at door, leaning against the door-frame jauntily, looking smart-ass with his tool-belt hangin' low.....]

Hi, liebchen. Got any work you need done down below? [Yes, his eyes assure you he knows just what he's said...and will accept any of the possible answers.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Normally, there might have been banter. But she's worn thin enough to just smile. ]

Give me a few moments and I'll be down to help.

[ Because, honestly? Not many people can be salacious with their hands full of raw chicken. It can be done, if you are at the top of your game. ]

[ Ilsa is nowhere near the top of her game at the moment. ]

Just have to get this done for tonight.

[ She gives him another smile as she trusses the chicken for roasting. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[Smart boy's smart...and he did grow up crafty. He saunters in, kisses the nape of her neck, and begins cleaning up things behind her, as he knows he can't easily guess what she might want him to do as sous-chef.]

Can I get you a cup of coffee, liebchen? Or a glass of wine?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She murmurs appreciatively ] Too late for coffee, and if we're going to be handling tools, I can wait on the wine.

[ Chicken ready, and washing her hands before putting it in the oven. ]

I'll be so ready to have this phase finished, and have a secure place to sleep again.

[ A quick glance down the hall, ] Besides having a secure place to work, I really do need a place to relax.